In about five minutes, however, Isy joined
her, and began at once to lend a helping hand.
"Hoot, hoot, my dear!" cried her hostess, "ye haena taen time eneuch to
make a proaper brakfast o' 't! Gang awa back, and put mair intil ye. Gien
ye dinna learn to ate, we s' never get ony guid o' ye!"
"I just can't eat for gladness," returned Isy. "Ye're that good to me, that
I dare hardly think aboot it; it'll gar me greit!--Lat me help ye, mem, and
I'll grow hungry by dennertime!"
Mrs. Blatherwick understood, and said no more. She showed her what she
might set about; and Isy, happy as a child, came and went at her commands,
rejoicing. Probably, had she started in life with less devotion, she might
have fared better; but the end was not yet, and the end must be known
before we dare judge: result explains history. It is enough for the present
to say that, with the comparative repose of mind she now enjoyed, with the
good food she had, and the wholesome exercise, for Mrs. Blatherwick took
care she should not work too hard, with the steady kindness shown her, and
the consequent growth of her faith and hope, Isy's light-heartedness first,
and then her good looks began to return; so that soon the dainty little
creature was both prettier and lovelier than before.
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